Vicarious

Refreshing perspective within elective moments
Choosing to dance where once death found a trance
Rephrasing a lazily scribbled romance, taking chances
Knowing to stand... all I've ever known, trembling hands
Unjust fearing, aisles clearing... a timid smile found endearing
Who am I in your eyes... am I wise?
Not in mine, these weary eyes set upon the pages of life
Joy and laughter ringing in our ears, wisdom of our early years
Crying, these aching calls for love and affection
Offer dutiful inflecting, introspection
Should this mortal shell ever be found worthy
Surely not... as it merely floats through these stories
It is those with desire to impress upon another
Those who outstretch hands and make demands
Yet I shall never
I see you here, I show you my being... only physical
What I am, not endearing... often welcoming naught but room clearing
Who I am, where I go... passionate interests which I show
Though...
I do love you
All of you, such majestic creations passing through and wrangling your days
Embracing each tender moment smiles creasing lips, hands 'round each other's hips
Performing such a valiant ballet
Night within natures waking, people challenging each day
Freedom... not yet mine, and I am fine
Though wishing for...
Hoping once more the kindness of strangers should open the door
It is I... the one who wishes to hide
The one who averts his eyes yet dutifully tries
These weary eyes
Alone yet never lonely, living within your moments only
Vicarious